The unremarkable silver ring, without gems or ornate carvings, was even oxidized and blackened. However, it is still the only decoration on her body. Is she fascinated? I didn't even notice that the ring fell off.
"Up close, you're more handsome." An Run, who was following him, suddenly said in a low voice.
Mai Weizhe turned his head and gave him a cold look, but the child was still innocent.
Then, An Run suddenly turned his head and shouted happily to the group of Yingyingyanyan: "Sister Xuanxuan! Won't you practice with us today? Go home early tonight!"
Mai Weizhe sneered silently. Sister Xuanxuan? It's so sweet.
With such a shout, everyone stopped. Li Yongxuan turned around in shock.
From her side, the two players bathed in the night, one handsome and sharp, the other young and handsome, were dazzling. The Yingyans were suddenly a little distracted - wow, they are all so handsome!
"You haven't gone back yet?" Li Yongxuan walked towards them. After taking two steps, he suddenly remembered. He quickly turned around and introduced to the director, "These two are Mai Weizhe and An Run, both of the speed skating team—"
"I know, they are all famous generals." Liang Wenhe walked over with a smile and shook hands with them respectively. "Nice to meet you. I wish you two good luck in the future."
The well-behaved and lovely An Run shyly exchanged a few words with Liang Wenhe, but Mai Weizhe did not speak from the beginning to the end, Jun's face was just a mocking smile, but his eyes were looking at each other very sharply.
His attitude was clearly bad. Li Yongxuan looked at him anxiously, then looked at the director, turned around and gave him a few secret glances, he still folded his arms and looked very arrogant, and did not intend to soften at all.
Liang Wenhe felt it too. At that moment, it was as if the two male beasts were weighing each other's strength, ready to fight hard to secure their own territory at any time—
A sweet, high-pitched voice came from afar, interrupting the turbulent undercurrent between them. "Mr. Liang! The gate of the center is here, come quickly!"
In the end is to see the training center, or to go to the hotel? Watching Liang Wenhe's back walk over, Mai Weizhe couldn't help sneering.
"Could it be that you really want Sister Xuan Xuan to be taken away by that kind of person?" A voice so innocent that it was like a little angel secretly appeared in his ears again.
"An Run..." He dragged out his sentence, lazily.
"Um?"
"If you add narration, I can't guarantee anything will happen."
Strange, something is wrong. Li Yongxuan couldn't help thinking.
I always thought that Mr. Liang was very yuppie. He was very tasteful in appearance and dress, and he was the most beautiful man in her mind. But... after seeing him standing beside Mai Weizhe, it seems... something is weird.
Mr. Liang has slightly longer hair, a little belly, and a loose jawline. Although his skin is white, there is no blood. The most important thing is that the eyes do not have the power to penetrate the heart-
Immediately, she felt ashamed of herself. How to compare Mr. Liang with world-class athletes? How much time did Mai Weizhe and the others spend in the training center a day, apart from their physique, how could they compare to Mr. Liang? Just what's in your head loses.
At this moment, she and Mr. Liang were sitting side by side in the auditorium watching the game, and the faint smell of cologne came from him. It stands to reason that she should be so excited and nervous that her head was dizzy, and her heartbeat had exploded, but she didn't.
She found that her mind was always on the players on the court.
Although it is a spectator game, it is also the predecessor of the World Series two months later. The national teams use this to test the initial results of the training and observe the situation of other competitors, so they are all prepared.
However, the representative team headed by Mai Weizhe, the results on the first day were only unsatisfactory, and they narrowly advanced. Mai Weizhe also collided with his opponent in the preliminary round, and almost got into a fight after the end.
She was very anxious in her heart, but she couldn't say it. She could only keep looking at them on the other side of the ice rink with anxious eyes.
"It feels like... a very young team." Liang Wenhe said implicitly while flipping through the thick report she had written: "The experience in big games is not enough, and it is not very stable. Do you really think—"
Li Yongxuan took a deep breath and said firmly, "Their potential is definitely more than that."
"Well, you've spent more than a month observing them closely. There must be a reason for you to say this." Liang Wenhe said gently, smiling at her with his discharge eyes. "However, you admire it so much, isn't it because of selfishness?"
Her back suddenly straightened, her expression straight. "What does Mr. Liang mean?"
Seeing her serious look, Liang Wenhe smiled, and reached out and tapped the tip of her nose, "Don't be so nervous, I'm just joking. It seems that you have established a good relationship with them, and it seems that my analyst is going to be attacked by them. It was stolen."
Liang Wenhe's little gestures and laughter didn't make her relax. Her dark eyes stared at him seriously, and she said very seriously: "Mr. Liang and the group are the objects of my allegiance—"
"I said, don't be so nervous." The intimacy came again, Liang Wenhe lightly touched her smooth and tender face this time, "Laugh at you being so serious, huh? Of course I know that you are doing your job faithfully. Let me be the host and congratulate you for your hard work, okay?"
Li Yongxuan was dumbfounded. The dream of many years suddenly came true, and Mr. Liang asked her out; but, why was she not as ecstatic as she imagined? Instead, at this moment, his mind was pulled over by the broadcast of the conference.
The game is about to start. The players entered the field one after another. As soon as the thin figure in red and black underwear appeared, there was a sudden commotion! A group of fans flocked to the sidelines, their bodies sticking out, frantically shouting wheat, wheat, wheat—
As if he was shaking, Mai Weizhe raised his head slightly, and under his helmet, his sharp eyes were directed towards her.
She blushed suddenly. Did he see it? How many did you see? Have you seen Mr. Liang's actions just now? How will he make fun of her next time we meet
"Ready..." The broadcast sounded, and the runners were ready to go at the starting line. Everyone held their breath as the gunshots rang out, and they shot out like arrows from the strings!
Short track speed skating competitions focus on speed, speed, speed. In a short period of time, in addition to grabbing the first opportunity, it is also necessary to seize the position at the right time. In the high-speed cornering, one side competes for the first opportunity, and physical collision and pushing are inevitable, often within one tenth or one hundredth of a second. , which determines the order and even the outcome. In the blink of an eye, someone may lose their center of gravity and slip. There are too many variables, which has also become an extremely exciting and fascinating part of this competition.
Li Yongxuan's eyes widened, and her attention was completely caught by the competition. At that moment, she completely forgot that the sweetheart she had had a crush on for a long time was sitting beside her.
McWay's performance today is completely different from yesterday's. Contrary to his usual habit of watching and then rushing out at the end, this time he showed a strong intention at the beginning, and rushed to the front at once. Several times, there were dangers between the collisions, and Li Yongxuan was full of air. Don't dare to go out, for fear that the referee will raise the flag and sentence him to block and disqualify him.
Amid the shouts of the audience, Mai Weizhe slid across the finish line like a shooting star. The conference broadcast excitedly announced that he had just set a world record of 0.02 seconds, and the audience was buzzing again!
By this time, she had held her breath for a long time before spitting it out, her heartbeat was beating like a drum. She has never been accustomed to the pressure and excitement of competition. How are the nerves of the players trained
His gaze continued to follow the lean figure until he disappeared at the entrance of the lounge. Only then did she suddenly feel that someone's wrist was behind her shoulders and lightly stroked her hair.
"You're so devoted." Liang Wenhe had gotten very close unknowingly, and smiled at her, "It's so cute to see you nervous, your face is red."